Date: January 23rd, 2025 6:06 PM Author: Startling haunted graveyard
I force myself to take three big puffs sometimes 4 if I can. Reality completely zaps away losing all coherence. You feel like you are both falling through or down a recursive looping void filled with fractal patterns, but you can’t tell if you are actually falling down something really deep or expanding outward into something infinite. All dualities your mind used as constructs breakdown and you can’t tell what’s continuous and what’s discrete, whats universal and whats particular, what’s contingent and what’s fate, what’s you and what’s other. Then you arrive in this colorful cartoon world and it’s filled with archetypes that exist as pure conscious entities, and there is one I call “The Guide” that is filled with trickster energy, and it communicates telepathically in ways that feel more clear than any language you have ever heard, and it greets you and is like “Great to see you again what took you so long we’ve all been waiting, Isn’t it so peculiar though? You say you are close, but aren’t we always close in a sense? Closeness is its own kind of resonance—a feeling, not a destination. The dimension you have landed in, doesn’t arrive like some grand epiphany with banners and fireworks. No, it hums quietly beneath everything, nudging, whispering, pulling you into its web of coherence when you’re ready to tune in. But even in this vast symphony, there’s always a pause between movements. You can’t hear the harmony if you’re tangled in the cacophony of constant effort. The trick isn’t the grind, as you say—it’s knowing when to let go and let the resonance breathe, evolve, amplify. By the way here is the secret to all existence” and it shows you something really absurd and laughs then you are almost instantly transported back to total sobriety and only like a half hour has passed but it felt like 3 days. That’s about the gist of it.
Date: January 23rd, 2025 10:34 PM Author: Startling haunted graveyard
Have you ever seen that video where a Jaguar eats a DMT vine in the Amazon and just chills on its back while rolling around happily and staring at the sky? Really makes you think…
Date: January 23rd, 2025 6:16 PM Author: Startling haunted graveyard
Covid felt incalculably less real than a DMT trip. Once people finally admit what a joke it was, Delilo should finally win Nobel because White Noise predicted it so well
Date: January 23rd, 2025 6:13 PM Author: Startling haunted graveyard
I don’t consider sex with men “Gay” my identity is fluid but not in a fag sense. More like the men of Plato’s symposium, like in the scene where Socrates
emerges from the baths and the onlooker comments on what a beau he looks like in those sandals. Nothing is more straight than that passage
Date: January 23rd, 2025 10:18 PM Author: Startling haunted graveyard
Ayhuasca does sound kinda gay like something some naked guy at bard college experimenting with his bisexuality might drink. But have you ever heard of “pharmahuasca” where you take Parnate so DMT becomes orally active? Now that sounds like it could be straight as fuark especially the orally active part, as long as you don’t become “orally active” on some foetid hpv cancer yeast pit